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  • Текст песни Greg Brown - Canned Goods

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    Let those December winds bellow 'n' blow
    I'm as warm as a July tomato.

    [Chorus:]

    Peaches on the shelf
    Potatoes in the bin
    Supper's ready, everybody come on in
    Taste a little of the summer,
    Taste a little of the summer,
    You can taste a little of the summer
    My grandma's put it all in jars.
    Well, there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
    Watch you head now, and down you go
    And there's

    [Chorus]

    Maybe you're weary an' you don't give a damn
    I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam.

    [Chorus]

    Ah, she's got magic in her - you know what I mean
    She puts the sun and rain in with her green beans.

    [Chorus]

    What with the snow and the economy and ev'ry'thing,
    I think I'll jus' stay down here and eat until spring.

    [Chorus]

    When I go to see my grandma I gain a lot of weight
    With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate.
    She cans the pickles, sweet & dill
    She cans the songs of the whippoorwill
    And the morning dew and the evening moon
    'N' I really got to go see her pretty soon
    'Cause these canned goods I buy at the store
    Ain't got the summer in them anymore.
    You bet, grandma, as sure as you're born
    I'll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm.
    Peaches on the shelf
    Potatoes in the bin
    Supper's ready, everybody come on in, now
    Taste a little of the summer,
    Taste a little of the summer,
    Taste a little of the summer,
    My grandma put it all in jars.
    Let those December winds bellow and blow,
    I'm as warm as a July tomato.

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